We crossed the bridge. My mother, father and I.
Up until this point there had been no wasps. This was a good sign.
We decided to leave town after the first wave of incidents. Various apocrita based disasters had been occurring all over the neighborhood and we thought it best to leave while we still could. They called it the day of the beas.
The prophecy appeared to be coming true.
I thought of this as we crossed the bridge, the bumpy car ride interrupting my train of thought. As we crossed the border into Birmingham, England, my father spoke three words that would change my life forever.
'God is dead.'
'Pardon?' I said, mystified by the illogicality of the statement.
'God is dead. He died just now.'
'What relevance does this have to our trip?' I asked belligerently. Ever since the first wasp attacks, he'd been acting increasingly ignorant, almost up to the point of unbearable. Up until this point there had been no wasps. This was a good sign.
We decided to leave town after the first wave of incidents. Various apocrita based disasters had been occurring all over the neighborhood and we thought it best to leave while we still could. They called it the day of the beas.
The prophecy appeared to be coming true.
I thought of this as we crossed the bridge, the bumpy car ride interrupting my train of thought. As we crossed the border into Birmingham, England, my father spoke three words that would change my life forever.
'God is dead.'
'Pardon?' I said, mystified by the illogicality of the statement.
'God is dead. He died just now.'
'More than you can possibly imagine. The forever equinox is upon us.'
Then the screaming began.
Then the screaming began.
